The Hell Express — direct route, no stops — made its grand inaugural run today.
And Anthony, all the while rapidly laying down walls with Artificer technology, had already begun scooping up minerals in the pure, uncomplicated joy of a man who had struck it rich.
We're rich! We're actually rich! This time it's the real deal!
He gazed at the steadily growing, wonderfully chaotic heap of ores and miscellaneous items piling up in the River Styx's cargo hold, and that thought blazed through his mind without apology.
To put it plainly: after one blast of Lachimaeus's Roar that had very nearly flipped Terraria inside out and upside down, Anthony had solved his resource problem.
If anything, there wasn't much left that could have stayed politely hidden under bombardment of that caliber.
This was the effect that Artificer technology's dedicated resource-acquisition systems could produce.
Through the abilities of the River Styx and Soul Attachment, Anthony had effortlessly swept a mountain of materials into his possession. He did a quick inventory.
Come to think of it, the luck on that last explosion had been genuinely good — right now, he'd already found a full twenty-odd Life Crystals.
He wasn't sure yet how many Himmel would end up needing, so he set fifteen aside as a buffer. As for the rest — he swallowed them all himself.
The so-called vitality granted by the Life Crystals, once applied to his own body, turned out to be functionally identical to Soul Strength. Each crystal granted Anthony a clean bonus of 0.5 Soul Strength — unfortunately, after ten crystals, the system flatly refused to let him continue.
So, with no small reluctance, he sealed the remaining Life Crystals away and abandoned any plans to drill more holes in Terraria's crust.
Next, Anthony quickly assembled every fishing rod he could craft before the Wall of Flesh fight. Then, with the whole crew in tow, he simply sailed the River Styx straight down into Hell.
The moment they entered the Underworld, a scorching, blazing wind hit them full in the face. Anthony narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned his head to look at Chongyue, who stood behind him.
He asked quietly:
"Big Brother — are you ready?"
The golden-eyed Chongyue lowered his gaze slightly and gave an answer that carried almost no hesitation at all.
Whenever you are.
"Then — let's begin."
So Anthony smiled, reached out, and snatched a passing Voodoo Demon right out of the air — then instantly refined it.
In the blink of an eye, a Guide Voodoo Doll appeared in his hand. Without much ceremony, he gave it a casual toss and dropped it into the lava sea.
The next moment — a roar.
Like the howl of something between a god and a demon, the ancient seal opened its countless eyes. In that single instant, it snapped awake and shrieked at the intruders who had disturbed its sleep.
The Wall of Flesh had awakened.
And after awakening, the Wall of Flesh advanced outward on near-instinct — and then it saw the massive River Styx looming before it.
And on top of the River Styx, several tiny figures standing.
The Wall of Flesh stared at those tiny figures and felt that something was… off. Somehow.
Like that old joke.
Huh? Why are these players dressed so weirdly?
No Night's Edge. No Bee Gun. Not even a Bee Grenade or a Demon Scythe looted from a Hellbat. It was hard not to feel a little puzzled — the situation in front of it didn't quite follow the established playbook.
And in that brief moment while the Wall of Flesh hesitated, the crew aboard the ship were busy looking right back at it.
"It's really big, isn't it."
Chongyue murmured softly as he stared up at the Wall of Flesh, slowly clenching his fists — already starting to feel a flicker of excitement.
"Honestly kind of disgusting."
Xi glanced at the Wall of Flesh twice, then looked away with open distaste.
Nian studied the Wall of Flesh with a look of quiet contemplation — it seemed the sight had given the director of her new film some inspiration.
Wang silently held a few chess pieces in her hand, hovering with indecision.
Jonathan glanced over at the several utterly unfamiliar faces around him, then ultimately just summoned The World, ready to activate Time Stop if things went sideways.
And Carmen, watching from above with a soul's-eye view, swept the scene below before pulling her gaze back — and sent Anthony a quick message in passing.
Don't call me for this sort of thing in the future. I'm bored to death just watching.
It's not like I have nothing to do — or do you think the pile of freaks and monsters down on that ship aren't enough to beat that mound of flesh to a pulp?!
Of the twelve members of the Sui household — minus the ones who had gone off wandering to gods-know-where — at least half of them were concentrated on the River Styx right now.
And that was before you counted David and Jonathan, who had come along to lend a hand.
Looking at the lineup Anthony had assembled, Carmen felt like she'd just show up to be furniture.
After receiving Carmen's message, Anthony rubbed the back of his cheek with a slightly sheepish expression. Then, finally, he let out a quiet sigh.
And then, softly, he spoke:
"Well then, everyone — whatever the case — the time has come."
"Let's begin."
And so, the moment those words left his mouth, the Wall of Flesh's movements slowed to near-standstill — Xi raised her ink-dark brush beside him and swept it through the air.
Then, after a few chess pieces symbolically detonated on the Wall of Flesh's face as a formality, Wang calmly watched as Chongyue charged out without a moment's hesitation.
And just like that, she contentedly made no further move.
Forget it — no need to fight Big Brother for the kill count, right?
If he's having fun, just let him.
And so it was that everyone aboard the River Styx reached a silent, mutual understanding and collectively stood down, watching as that enormous wall of flesh slowly came apart.
First step: every flying, demon-like tendril was shot down and scattered.
Second step: all three eyes, having eaten a direct hit each, screwed themselves shut in pain.
Third step: the entire Wall of Flesh barely managed to advance any further before chunks of flesh began continuously crumbling and dropping from its body.
And finally — it collapsed into the endless molten sea.
Untold amounts of flesh plunged into the lava, and as the ancient souls of light and dark were released, that massive mountain of meat at last dissolved into nothing.
Only at that point did everyone look up to see Chongyue strolling leisurely back toward them.
Before Chongyue could say anything like "What a magnificent victory," everyone had already naturally drifted off the deck and gone to do their own things.
The River Styx began rising quickly, gradually pulling free of the Underworld's scorching winds. Anthony made his way to the spot where the Wall of Flesh had died and claimed everything it had dropped.
The emblems were all secondary. The Breaker Blade that dropped — Anthony looked at it for half a second and threw it in the storage hold.
In the end, his gaze settled on the Demon Heart in his hand, as he pondered what the thing was actually good for.
Until a certain Himmel-brand radio came wobbling over, its keen eyes spotting the Demon Heart in Anthony's hand immediately.
"Hm? What's that?"
Himmel asked with curiosity, and Anthony gave him a quick answer:
"Oh, Demon Heart — the boss just dropped it. Why, is something up?"
"Nothing much. It's just that this thing — I feel like I might actually need it?"
Himmel hesitated a little as he spoke. Anthony found it odd enough to turn and look back at him — and then asked:
"For the resurrection?"
"Yeah. I checked the records the chat group provided, and this thing seems like it'd cover most of what I need."
The Himmel-brand radio bobbed up and down by way of a nod. Anthony's mind moved — and the Life Crystals from the bottom of the storage hold flew out, arranging themselves in a neat row in front of Himmel.
"And now?"
Anthony asked in turn. Himmel was quiet for a moment. Then, finally:
"Apparently — seems like — it looks like — it might already be enough???"
Just like that, life had gotten very sudden.
Like stepping out for a casual stroll, wandering here and there, not even having fully processed the situation — and then being told you'd already won the resurrection match.
A truly outstanding display of the world's unpredictability.
Still, at least — as far as unexpected blessings went, this beat the alternative of getting ambushed by bandits while eating hot pot and singing karaoke.
So Anthony waved his hand:
"Well, if it's enough, no time like the present — you might as well head back sooner rather than later."
He looked at Himmel, and a smile spread across his face:
"Once I've cleaned up on this end, I can start preparing your resurrection."
But Himmel, at that moment, seemed to fall into a sudden bout of hesitation — hovering there for quite a long while.
"What? Is something holding you back?"
"Not exactly — it's just, this all feels very sudden."
A murmuring sound drifted out of the radio — Himmel's voice. Then he said:
"For a moment, I really am a bit worried about what's going to happen after the resurrection."
"Worried about who? Frieren's side?"
Anthony immediately pressed him, and Himmel almost instantly pushed back:
"How could I be? I have complete confidence in myself — how could I possibly be worried about something like that… Okay, maybe just a little. But only a tiny bit."
Under Anthony's long, quiet, meaningful stare, Himmel eventually changed his tune after a lengthy silence. In the end, he sighed:
"All right. Let's say — I'm just a tiny bit nervous."
"Understandable."
Anthony gave a small nod. "Only human."
Or rather — for Himmel, this particular situation was perfectly reasonable.
No matter how confident he was — even to the point of vanity — when the critical moment of something this significant was drawing near, a reaction like this was simply unavoidable.
Especially since, based on everything Anthony knew about this guy, the very first thing Himmel would do after resurrection — once he had his lifespan sorted — would absolutely, certainly, undeniably be to track Frieren down and propose to her.
When a person's next priority isn't surviving but proposing, Anthony would say it'd be strange if he wasn't nervous.
"If it were you," Himmel said, turning his head toward Anthony, suddenly asking directly: "at a moment like this — would you feel nervous?" "If you were the one being resurrected right now."
"Probably, yeah."
Anthony thought it over, then answered with a trace of uncertainty. "After all, for me too, it would be a pretty big deal."
The moment when a goal you've worked toward for who-knows-how-long finally comes within reach — there'd definitely be some nerves right before the finish line.
"What would you be nervous about? Mr. Anthony — is there someone waiting for you too?"
Himmel asked with genuine curiosity. Anthony glanced at him, and immediately understood what he was doing.
Asking someone else questions to ease your own nerves. But for something like that — why not ask Carmen?
I'm just an earner. I can't exactly be giving you a pep talk about the hustle right now, can I?
"There's probably someone waiting for me."
"Probably?"
Himmel asked, sounding a little baffled. Anthony spread both hands helplessly: "I can't quite remember. If I had to say — there's maybe Jie-jie. And maybe others, but I don't really remember them. My memories from before I died are pretty hazy."
Anthony said it casually — and at the same time, couldn't help feeling the onset of a familiar headache.
The truth was, throughout Anthony's pursuit of resurrection, his motivation beyond sheer survival instinct had never really been something like someone is waiting for me or I have to live for their sake.
The reason was simple.
He couldn't freaking remember.
And he could blame the Primordial River for that — it wasn't that Anthony wanted to forget. It was that by the time he'd become aware of the situation, the memories were already gone.
His recollections more or less stopped at the point when he'd become a bound spirit of the Primordial River, plus a scattering of miscellaneous things from before — like the backstories of the group members.
As for his own lived experiences — Anthony had no idea. But he strongly suspected that whatever personal history he'd had got washed clean by the Primordial River right around when the chat group had hauled him up from its depths.
A lot of memories had been shattered as a result. Even his knowledge of the group members' worlds wasn't entirely his own to begin with.
Much of it had actually come from information drifting through the waters of the Primordial River — most likely absorbed into Anthony's memory subconsciously back when his soul had been soaking in the river.
And these days, the River Styx's data center would occasionally sift through the information flowing in the Primordial River during downtime, helping Anthony keep an eye on whether anything new was happening across the various worlds.
Some of that information even got version updates — case in point, it was literally the river that had relayed the message telling Anthony that Terraria 1.4.5 had been released.
Which had left Anthony completely stupefied.
Why are you telling me this NOW? Are you just trying to torture me? It's not like I can go back and play it!
Though even so, there were some genuinely strange patterns in all of it — like how the information was highly concentrated, and almost entirely from Earth.
And there was a notable directionality to it. Anthony frequently had the vague sense that all of it was somehow connected to him personally.
So — even without real memories — Anthony had a dim intuition that he probably had a so-called "home world" somewhere. Meaning the world where he had actually died.
Honestly, it was baffling. By all rights, someone drafted by a chat group should have a home world — should encounter all manner of trouble there, use the chat group to overcome it, and ultimately stand atop the peak of their life.
But in Anthony's case? Never mind standing atop the peak — just returning to the starting point was already demanding everything he had.
As for the home world — heh. Did the Primordial River count? When things got rough, it was half a backer. When things were fine, the thing felt like it wanted him dead.
Home world growth arc? At this point Anthony was still out here grinding in other people's worlds as a jungle camp!
As he thought back on all the chat group novels he'd either read or extracted memories from, Anthony couldn't help sinking into a deep, profound sense of grievance.
Who stole my power-fantasy protagonist life?
Why am I still stuck in the resurrection bracket?
Still, the home world question — he could look into that later. As the River Styx's level kept climbing, Anthony had started to feel a faint pull.
It might be the key to upgrading the River Styx to Tier Four. It might be a clue to his home world. Either way, Anthony would have to go take a look eventually.
Anthony cleared the noise from his mind and turned back to Himmel.
Back to the point — the real reason Anthony had, throughout all of this, still burned with such a deep and urgent desire to be resurrected — urgent enough to make him nervous — came down to one thing.
"Because I worry."
Anthony looked at Himmel and said it plainly: "I'm in a hurry to breathe that first breath of air. In a hurry to eat that first bite of food. In a hurry to touch everything I can actually see."
He wanted to find out whether all those things still existed — whether they matched what little remained of his fading memories. Whether they were exactly the same.
That urgent longing. That gnawing worry.
That was his reason.
If I don't come back to life, what am I going to eat?
A throwaway joke of a line — but it genuinely was Anthony's most important reason of all.
Himmel paused slightly at that. Then he turned to look at Anthony, and after a long moment, gave a slow, solemn nod:
"I see. Alright, we've talked about enough. I'm still inevitably a little nervous — but."
Himmel said it almost like a joke, and then fell quiet. Anthony glanced at the small cabin nearby, something shifting in his expression, and spoke in an even, unhurried tone:
"You know, if you keep putting off your resurrection and not going to find Frieren…"
"You might be about to get buried under secondhand embarrassment from David and Lucy's married life."
In an instant, the radio let out a sharp, high-pitched shriek.
Anthony smiled and nodded, then continued:
"Oh, right — one more thing."
"Yoriichi Tsugikuni is already waiting for the reincarnation of his wife. To be honest — if you keep dragging your feet, what if you're slower than even Yoriichi?"
Anthony coaxed him along carefully: "An elf's lifespan isn't out of the question either, right?"
"And another thing — Yoriichi at least had a wife once. You haven't yet. Among the guys in the group — you know how Minato and Jonathan are. When you add that all up…"
Anthony looked meaningfully at the radio: "It seems like you're the last one, Himmel."
"W-wait, there's still you, isn't there?"
Himmel seemed to let out a dry laugh and looked to Anthony for agreement — but got nothing but a disdainful look in return.
"You sure about that?"
Anthony asked with a sigh. "I wouldn't be so certain. You know my situation — I've lost my memories. How can you possibly be sure that before I lost them, I was still… inexperienced in that department?"
"Hard to say, right?"
Anthony smiled pleasantly at Himmel. In an instant, cold sweat began to bead on Himmel's metaphorical surface.
Don't say it. Really — don't say it.
This sounds ridiculous, but you genuinely can't rule it out.
What if Anthony-bro is actually…?
Given Anthony's state of total amnesia — this was a genuine Schrödinger's situation. Definitively unverifiable.
Which meant the only person who was absolutely, certifiably, still the great wizard…
In an instant, Himmel went silent. Then, decisively, he spoke:
"I'm heading back right now. You call me when you're done on your end."
"I cannot wait any longer!"
Watching the radio vanish at the speed of light, Anthony couldn't help but stare after it, utterly speechless. If I'd known it was this easy, why did I bother with all that buildup?
As for the question of whether he himself was actually inexperienced — Anthony's honest assessment was: he had no idea either.
You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask — the all-knowing Primordial River?
In any case, Anthony personally had no strong feelings about it. I'm the man who will become King of the Resurrection Bracket. Until I win it, women are a distraction.
So — remaining in Terraria, Anthony began the final cleanup.
The post-Wall of Flesh world was, if he was being honest, more than a little unhinged. Fortunately, Anthony had nothing he urgently needed from it anymore.
After the crew chatted for a while, they started noticing the surface monsters were getting a bit unsettling — and a fair number of people excused themselves to leave.
After all, this had been a team-building trip. They'd been at it all day, and it was about time.
Everyone still had their own business to get back to in their respective worlds.
Jonathan and Yoriichi Tsugikuni left first. David headed back to the River Styx to resume his post at the surveillance room.
As for the Sui household's crew — they spent a great deal of effort barely managing to convince Big Brother that it was time to stop fighting and go home.
Finally, after each in turn said their goodbyes to Anthony, they returned to the Grand Flame nation.
As for Anthony himself — he was busy with the genuinely final wrap-up work.
Like, for instance: upgrading The Angler.
After clearing the Wall of Flesh, with Muzan and Adam Smasher putting in mandatory overtime at maximum resentment levels, Cortex Lab's efficiency had seen a cheerful uptick — and in Terraria, Anthony had finally gotten his hands on the thing he'd been dreaming of.
The Golden Fishing Rod.
Arguably the single best fishing rod in the entire game.
After acquiring this rod, Anthony had essentially collected every obtainable fishing rod in the whole of Terraria.
While he was at it, he'd had Muzan and the others put in extra shifts to produce Terraria's fishing accessories too — things like the Sextant and the like.
He had a vague feeling that, in theory, these should also be upgrade materials that The Angler needed.
Once all of that was squared away, Anthony returned to his toilet and officially began The Angler's upgrade.
Without hesitation, he initiated The Angler's ability enhancement.
The socket opened — and in an instant, the wooden fishing rod, the reinforced rod, the golden rod, and every other rod he'd collected merged into the Angler within his hands.
At the same time, Anthony opened a second upgrade branch and pressed down on the Angler's Copper Throne upgrade without delay.
[60,000 points spent. Successfully upgraded to: Angler's Iron Throne.]
[Next tier: Angler's Silver Throne...]
He scanned the requirements — still points, and not an excessive materials demand, but it did require the fishing rod in his hands to have reached a certain level.
So without further hesitation, Anthony pressed upgrade again.
At the same time, accessories like the Sextant also fused into his fishing rod.
Anthony had the distinct sensation that his fishing rod had started to change — not just in terms of Affinity Bond level bonuses, but more importantly, new functions were beginning to unlock.
And at the same time, the evolution of the Angler's Throne was gradually reaching its peak.
In that single moment, Anthony watched the Copper Throne shed its outer shell, slowly shifting to a silver-white — and then beginning to glow with a quiet, steady light.
And finally, he realized that the fishing rod in his hands had merged completely with the Angler's Throne — becoming one unified ability.
Then — as Anthony was still processing that — the enhancement was already complete.
And so, staring at the brand-new toilet before him, Anthony couldn't help falling into a quiet reverie.
I understand the logic. But…
Why is it gold?
He had the distinct, uncanny feeling that if he sat on it, he might never get back up.
His eye twitched. Then he turned and looked at the item's effects.
[Angler's Holy Throne]
[Effect: During fishing, all Affinity Bond levels +5.]
[Additionally, with each cast, there is a 1% chance of obtaining a higher-value item. Upon reaching one hundred cumulative casts, you may obtain a designated item within the Affinity Bond level range.]
[Furthermore, the maximum number of Angler's Sub-Thrones you may possess has increased.]
On the whole — mostly upgraded versions of existing effects. What filled Anthony with the deepest satisfaction was specifically the Sub-Thrones finally increasing in number.
He could finally have new toilets. New cattle and horses to stuff inside them!
That White Piece Holder he'd reclaimed a while back — Anthony had been sitting on her this whole time, unused, precisely because the throne had been full and he hadn't had the heart to retire any of his veteran employees.
Now that was finally resolved. Everyone's employment problem was solved at last!
For a moment, Anthony was suffused with a warm, festive joy. Then he kept scrolling down to read the newly added effects.
[Due to the fusion of soul abilities, combined with your soul essence and the informational capabilities of certain accessories, the following effects have been newly added:]
[You may now sever a tributary from within the Primordial River. The tributary will point toward a specific world and toward a specific concept, thereby defining the content of your fishing.]
[Likewise, you may enter the tributary yourself. When severing a tributary, the destination is determined by your own will. Typically, it will lead toward a world connected to you.]
[Note: Only one tributary may exist at a time and cannot be changed.]
Staring at this newly added ability, Anthony was momentarily dazed.
Speak of the devil.
This thing — in theory — could it actually help him locate his home world?
With a flicker of uncertainty, Anthony thought that over — and out of habit, settled back down onto the gold toilet to mull it through.
But after a brief period of reflection, Anthony finally let out a quiet sigh.
Forget it. No need to overthink it. Worst case, I try it out later and I'll have my answer.
Deal with Himmel's resurrection first, then come back and give it a shot — and I'll know everything I need to know.
Holding that thought in mind, Anthony posted a message in the group chat.
[Lord of the Holy White Throne: @Warrior of Frieren's Fallen Era — I've wrapped up the loose ends in Terraria. All done. How's your side?]
[Warrior of Frieren's Fallen Era: Ready and waiting. Hurry up.]
Looking at a suddenly very eager Himmel, Anthony couldn't help smiling — and pressed the chat group's teleport function.
The next moment, accompanied by the familiar sensation of getting bonked on the back of the head, Anthony saw Himmel's approval of the request flash across the screen.
This guy was so desperate he approved it that fast?
---
A little later — deep in the night — a radio crept carefully out from inside Frieren's treasure chest, then floated away in a quiet dash.
It flew all the way out of the roadside inn where they'd been staying, out into the vast open wilderness beyond.
And there, it found a young man waiting — skin shimmering with brilliant, star-like colors flowing across it, carrying an air of quiet mystery.
Prometheus's avatar, once again beginning to put in overtime. Genuinely showing signs of becoming the next generation's champion of death by overwork.
"Oh, you made it out?"
Anthony nodded toward Himmel and said, and Himmel responded with a helpless sigh:
"Yeah. Waiting for her to fall asleep was absolutely agonizing. You have no idea."
"Alright, stop playing the martyr. Get ready — since everything's in order, it's time for your resurrection."
Anthony said decisively: "You don't want to be the only great wizard left in the group, do you?"
So, in silence — finally — Himmel gave a slow nod.
And this time, the conditions for the resurrection were simple. Anthony laid out the Demon Heart and the Life Crystals in a neat row — and then, cheerfully, harvested some flesh from Muzan.
Thanks to the Perfect Resurrection provided by the chat group, as long as Himmel was willing, Muzan's physical traits wouldn't carry over and affect him.
So as he idly fashioned the body, Anthony asked Himmel:
"By the way — what's your plan for longevity? Have you figured that out?"
"I have a few options on my side. The ampoule can safely keep you alive for a few hundred years within safe parameters. If you trust your own memory, pushing that out to eight hundred years or so should probably be manageable too."
"Of course, if you want to go the demon clan route I don't mind either — I just wouldn't really recommend it."
"Are there any other good options in the group?"
"Actually, now that you mention it — there is."
Anthony paused briefly, then remembered.
"There's still Joseph's Ripple!"
The Ripple had life-extending properties too. The only drawback was that it didn't last as long.
But did that matter?
Not at all — because there were still ampoules!
The ampoule didn't just add a few extra years in some trivial sense — it outright restored you to your peak condition. Meaning, in ideal circumstances, each ampoule essentially added an entire lifetime's worth of time to your ceiling. As long as your mind could hold up, stack a few vials and stack a few lifetimes.
Use the Ripple and ampoules together — and wouldn't that be competing with Frieren for the title of Most Durable Being Alive?
These thoughts were still flickering through his mind when the new body was finished. Anthony stood up, then gently pressed the resurrection button.
And in the next instant — Himmel's soul was yanked out of the radio in one swift pull. On the ground, the body that had been nearly blank a moment before suddenly changed.
Then, the silhouette of a blue-haired young man gradually took form. After a long, drawn-out stretch of time — he suddenly opened his eyes.
He sat bolt upright immediately, breathing in huge, ragged gulps. His gaze was a little unfocused as it swept around him. He slowly stood up — and then fell into silence.
"Still not quite adjusted?"
Anthony asked. Himmel was quiet at first — then finally, with a sigh, he nodded.
Coming back to life out of nowhere was, in fact, a lot to process.
Then Anthony asked again:
"Still nervous?"
"Yeah — knowing what I'm about to go do next, it's hard not to be."
Himmel said, a touch awkwardly, and then couldn't help but lower his gaze. Until Anthony suddenly asked:
"Since you're nervous — how about we get your feet under you first?"
"Take care of one small thing first, then go confess. What do you think? That way you'll have had time to settle in and find your rhythm."
"What small thing?"
Himmel looked back in confusion. And Anthony smiled — a slow, mysterious smile.
"The Seven Sages of Ruin — didn't one of them survive?"
Coincidentally, my new toilet also just got finished.
Don't you think that's a remarkably convenient coincidence?
---
Late at night. A short while later, Aura felt vaguely that something was in front of her — and opened her eyes from sleep.
"Hey, you think slitting that neck would feel really smooth, right?"
"Why are you asking me that…"
"Oh, just curious. Don't you think she still has a lot of remaining value?"
Aura: ?
In an instant, staring at the figure that had leaned close before her — eyes that seemed to have constellations flowing through them — Aura felt her mind go completely blank.
Then she turned her head — and when she saw the familiar blue-haired young man smiling at her, she fell entirely silent.
Then everything went dark. On instinct she moved to do something — but Anthony considerately covered her mouth.
"Don't make a sound," Anthony said. "We're not bad people."
Himmel beside him nodded vigorously — nearly nodding hard enough to leave an afterimage.
That's right, that's right, we're not bad people.
But there is one bad person here. Care to guess who?
In an instant, the two of them smiled pleasantly down at Aura — whose eyes were filling, moment by moment, with a dim and creeping despair.
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